Rotten Robbie

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another quiet night at Rotten Robbie’s gas station when a delivery driver pulled up in his truck. As he climbed out, something odd caught his eye—a shadowy figure darting between cars. The delivery driver squinted into the darkness but couldn’t make out anything more than a blur. He shrugged it off and went inside for some coffee. Later that evening, as he was leaving, he saw the same shadowy figure waving goodbye from behind the pump. ‘Hey,’ he called out, ‘you’re pretty sneaky!’ The figure replied with a raspy voice, ‘Just trying not to miss my exit!’ Turns out, it was just their neighbor, who always got lost finding his way home.

2. At midnight, while Rotten Robbie’s gas station was emptying its tanks, a delivery truck arrived with an unusual humming noise. The attendant, scratching his head, watched as the engine sounded like it was singing a familiar tune—something between a whale song and a broken cassette player. As the truck pulled closer, the humming grew louder—and suddenly, from inside came the voice of an old man singing ‘Happy Birthday’ in a cracked baritone. Everyone burst out laughing, including the delivery driver who explained he’d borrowed the truck from his neighbour for a surprise party. By morning, Rotten Robbie’s gas station had become famous not just for its fuel but for being the place where trucks sang happy birthday.

3. At dawn, while Rotten Robbie's gas station was filling up for the day, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the sign: ‘Fill your tank with luck today—ask for magic fuel!’ The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking it was just another quirky local thing. Later that morning, an old neighbor stopped in and asked for 'magic fuel' too. When asked what he meant, he replied, ‘I heard it makes you win lotteries!’ The whole town ended up laughing over coffee that afternoon, realizing Rotten Robbie’s sign had become their little joke of good fortune.

4. At dusk, while Rotten Robbie’s gas station was closing down, an old man approached the counter with something strange in his hands. ‘Fill my tank,’ he said, ‘and throw this away.’ He held out a rusty keychain shaped like a tiny dinosaur. The attendant shrugged and took the keychain without thinking. As he threw it into the trashcan, there was a faint humming sound. When he turned back, the old man had vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a receipt for gasoline. To this day, if you look closely, you can see a small dinosaur-shaped shadow on the wall near the cash register—an enduring reminder of Rotten Robbie's most peculiar customer.